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I had never had a dog. I have three rescued cats and always considered myself strictly a "Cat-person". But my husband, who had grown up with a dog always in his home, kept pushing to adopt a dog. I kept resisting. Then one day, my husband called me at work. He had been watching television and the local animal shelter had it's weekly "adopt-a-pet" segment on our local news station. He told me he had just seen "the perfect dog" for me. So, that day after work, my husband took me to the shelter to see Daisy.
He was right, she was perfect. A beagle-basset hound mix, she looked up at me with those sad eyes and I was hooked. We adopted her that day. Three days later, I found out I was pregnant with my first child. It was a difficult pregnancy, I was on bed rest for most of my third trimester. Daisy never left my side. When I went into labor at home, Daisy moaned when I moaned. My son was born 7 weeks prematurely, and I spent two weeks in the hospital with him. Daisy apparently camped out by our front door for two weeks, waiting for me to come home. And when I finally did, she was so excited she peed on the floor.
We lost Daisy much too soon, when she was just six years old, to a previously un-diagnosed heart condition. She got sick one day and then died while on the vet's exam table. We were devastated. We buried her in the backyard she loved so much and planted daisies on that spot. It took six months before I was able to think about adopting another dog. I still think of Daisy every day.
Daisy taught me so much, changed me in so many ways. She taught me the patience I lacked in those months before my son was born. She also showed me such unconditional love, it turned this die-hard "Cat-person" into a dog lover.
Because of Daisy, there will always be a hound dog in this home.
I lived in Connecticut in 2000 at the time I was engaged but he called off the Wedding a week before.
I was devastated I knew & loved Cats that I needed a companion.
. I went to Humane Society & there were two beautiful Cats side by side
in cages a beautiful deaf white cat & beautiful Black cat. Well the Black Kitty kept touching arm through
the cage about 3 times I fell in love. He was a Pure Hemingway I named him Paws. he healed my broken heart
& he was amazing because he would sit there & wait for the door to open to go through the house.
he meowed & did a water dance every time he took a drink. in the picture he is sitting with his paw in the water.
my father fell in love with him he would put him on his walker & would take a walk around the kitchen with him.
He would hide in cabinets( open the doors) he made the trek with me to Florida..
he was beautiful in my eyes he didn't know how much his love & purr help me heal after my father died
In March of 2008 I came home from my boyfriend's place & he was vomiting, my best friend Melissa
worked at a . Vet Hospital & she paid the bill to get him better. His Pancreas wasn't working. he finally came home
within a day or so he was back to vomiting again sadly I had to put him down Melissa paid for cremation I have him
on a shelve looking over me & remembering him, Bittersweet I had 8 years worth of love from him & gave my heart
to a four legged furfriend.
On a sunny afternoon I watched thru our patio door as our tuxedo cat, Sweetie, did not finish his food and was standing several feet from his bowl preening. A tiny, frail kitten with huge blue eyes was creeping slowly toward the bowl. This began to happen every day. Sweetie would leave food in his bowl and the kitten would come to finish it. After about a week of this I saw the kitten in one of the lawn chairs just laying there. Sweetie left the food but the kitten didn't approach. He was so thin, I knew he couldn't miss a meal. By the next day he was still in the chair. I told my husband something was wrong and we would have to catch him and see the vet. That was an ordeal as he was very feral but so weak he soon gave up. Unfortunately, our vet discovered his intestine had telescoped back inside itself and he would need surgery to survive. There was no question, it had to be done. My husband built a pen large enough for us to enter to administer antibiotics and food several times a day. After three months and one more procedure of neutering he had gone from a skin and bones waif to a very affectionate plump kitty. Less than a month later Katrina hit and we, along with Sweetie, our dog BooBoo and our newest kitty, "Beijing", evacuated. That was in 2005. Sweetie and BooBoo are no longer with us but we treasure our Beijing and he treasures his afternoons laying in his bed in the sun room.
I found Gomez at the county animal shelter. I say that because he did not reach out to me. Unlike the other cats and kittens that rubbed against the bars and reached paws out in an effort to draw attention, all adorable by the way, he was sleeping at the back of the cage, completely uninterested. I don't know what it was about him that caused me to request him to be brought to the "get acquainted" room, but once there he was so tolerant and sweet that we all vied for his attention. He came straight to me and looked me right in the eye, and I said, "I'm coming back for you, I promise." He had been abandoned in a foreclosure with other animals, and I wanted him to know that I was coming to take him to his forever home.
The first night home, he didn't go hide like most cats do, he lay on the couch beside my daughter, stretched out on his back with his head hanging off the couch. He was so relaxed, in fact, that we thought there might be something wrong with him.
Over the next couple of weeks, there were things I noticed that were unusual about him. He had angel wing markings on his shoulders. He did not shed. He felt so luxurious and soft, in a different way than the other cats, more like a plush stuffed animal. He trilled when he walked around. He would follow me like a dog. He would walk right up to strangers. He didn't make me sneeze when I rubbed my face on him. I was sure that he was a special cat, so online I found that he is a Siberian Forest Cat with classic brown tabby markings. He is the spitting image a champion. Who knew that there are cats as fluffy as this who don't shed and are considered hypoallergenic?!
I believe that all my gorgeous cats came to me by divine intervention, but Gomez was truly meant to be mine. I love love love him!
A friend posted on Facebook that they had a relative that needed to re-home a Boston Terrier because of their work schedule. Tiger was spending too much time in his crate and needed a new home. We drove to meet them, took a leash to bring him home as I had pretty much decided our Belle needed a new friend. He arrived to us with a fox tail in his foot that required two surgeries, chronic ear infection but a good attitude. He has been with us for almost a year and yes, there have been some challenges but carpets can be cleaned and dog toys replaced! He LOVES going for trips in our RV. The picture is when we had him less than a month and he was enjoying the trip to the Grand Canyon.
I encourage everyone to take a chance with a rescue dog! Most of the time it is a wonderful experience and you will find you are actually the one "rescued" because of a new friend!
I decided to adopt a senior companion after I moved to a new part of the country for a job and to be near my grandkids. My husband and 2 other dogs had stayed behind to pack up and sell the house. Shiro was part Chow, adopted from NW Chow Rescue. He was about 12, but good natured and sweet. He loved nothing more than sleeping on his pillow in a warm home. He was also almost totally deaf. He was sleeping next to my bed one night when I was awoken by the sound of someone in my room. A man had broken into my house that night. Shiro never woke up, even after I screamed at the man to get out, but I think the sight of that 75-lb. dog gave the robber second thoughts and he took off.
My husband and I had been looking to adopt a Siberian husky dog for a year or so. One day we were out running errands and happened to stop by our local shelter and found a beautiful big eight year old husky boy named Ike. We immediately fell in love with him and took him home the same day. While we were at the shelter, we were informed that Ike has a sister, Denali, who was just adopted a week prior separate from him and he had been crying and very sad every day since she left the shelter. We informed the shelter staff to give our contact info to the person who adopted his sister Denali so that we could have play dates at the park. A month went by with no word and then finally Denalis adopter called us saying that she had come on hard times and was unable to care for Denali anymore and would we like to take her. Without a second thought my husband and I said yes and arranged a meeting so we could pick up Denali. When we arrived to pick up Denali with Ike it was such a special moment for us and the Dogs. They ran to each other so excited and immediately began to play. I had never seen Ike so happy since we had adopted him. Although it was hard for Denalis first adopter to say goodbye, she knew it was the right thing to do. It has been almost two years since we adopted these two beautiful loving creatures and they are now part of our family and we all couldn't be happier.
On July 9, 2012 I sent my 17 year old daughter and her two friends up to the gas station to return some movies to the Red Box DVD Rental. She had wanted to keep them over night but I insisted she return them. At this point we already had one cat, Riley, and I didn't want another or any other animal for that matter.
While they were waiting in line at a very busy gas station, located right next to a highway, some guy said he saw a kitten under a tree nearby. My daughter went over to see what was going on and she saw the kitten under the tree crying for help. The kitten got scared and climbed a 20 foot pine tree, my daughter climbed up the tree after the kitten. My daughter grabbed a hold of the kitten and climbed down the tree and handed the kitten to someone who accidently dropped her when the kitten panicked. 15 people chased the kitten around the gas station in fear she would make it on the highway. My daughter called to the kitten and the kitten ran right up to her. My daughter picked her up and headed home.
We were standing in the drive when the girls pulled up, my daughter is covered in pine needles and scratches on her arms and legs when she gets out of the car and in her hands is this little kitty that has that tiny little meow that broke my heart. I knew we were in trouble.
Almost two years later Charlie is one of the family and we wouldn't have it any other way.
On the morning of January 16, 2014, I was driving home my usual route when I noticed a female dog in really bad shape. She could barely walk due to engorged mammary glands & could see she had just had pups. She was extremely thin & could see her approaching a man walking past her. I asked him if it was his dog & he said no. I knew I couldn't leave her there. I opened the door to my car & called her. Being desperate & hungry, she gave me a chance & got in. I couldn't have her at my rental so, I set her up at my mom's house. After a few visits to the vet & lots of testing, I found out she wasn't chipped, probably 10 months to 1 year, she has lyme disease, & more than likely, she was used to breed more pups & dumped on the street after. Despite all of this, she is a lot happier & healthier. She is very grateful & reminds me everyday with lots of wet kisses!
Chico was probably the runt of the litter, and here where I live in Mexico, dogs are frequently neglected or abused. Whatever the circumstances, it was clear he was unwanted. He was found starving in a plastic bag left under a car, more dead than alive and possibly minutes from being run over. He was invested with fleas and mange and weighed less that two pounds. With little hair and legs that were much too long for his body, he had the sweetest face, one that I knew I would love for years. Too weak to play with other puppies, he just lay in his little bed at my feet for weeks as he regained his strength and began growing. As an adult now he is a happy, healthy, well adjusted boy, a terrier mix, who enjoys the mountains where I live. We share a particularly strong bond, and I consider him to be my friend and my hero, little survivor that he is.